-kecomotan ice cream?

-ink?

-nail polish?

-paint?

-getah pokok?

-darah katak yang x maw hilang?

*ekkkkkkkk!!*

all wrong!

the black,blotch/spot/discolouration seen above is... Silver Nitrate.chemically known as: AgNo3.

this is what you get when you mix fooling around in lab + a lil bit of over ke'besu'an (english term:dtermination).XD

At first,i dint even care if anythg spilled on my hand or not.what mattered to me is that we get our titration done right,reaching the end point at the precise volume with the accurate colour change. Little did i noe that the silver nitrate that spilled on me later turns into an incurable black blotch!(for one week at least) hah.i feel less or more like a dalmation!lmao.our class whizkid,eric, told us that it can be cured by reaction with acid.SAY WUTTT??im not pourin some freakin acid on my skin!sigh.guess i'll have to tolerate not having pretty, clean hands for the next few days :(

enough chemistry talk.more bout me now;;)) *puke*

well,to sum up what i've been through these past few days,there's one question i can ask;is there a word for feeling stupid?like an adjective.wait,stupid is an adjective.i feel stupidised already.what the..??gaaaah!!!!!!!!!!

owh yeah,my rumate,is blasting her speakers out like theres no tomorrow.i dont mind if its linkin park,avril, 30h3 or even willian hung.at least its in an comprehensable language.but whats her choice of song,i tell u...its some crappy hindustan song,from like, a decade ago,with music yang pecah2 dloaded from utube or something,with background voice like crap.hello,havnt u ever heard the technology of earplugs/earphones?gosh.

and finally,i sucked in my statistics quiz today.damn.

i would really love to go to sleep now,as it is 1.17 a.m and i have class at 8 tomorrow,bt my unfortunate luck; my rumates putting her whole computer on speakers.i can not only hear music that i cant tolerate,but also IM buzzes, and a whole lot of notification bells too! And you know the water drop sound evrytime the person u're IM-ing sends u a message?that too, along with freaky winks courtesy of sweetIM.

people;please, if u have no intention of ruining other people's life turning it miserable in everyway possible, please put on ur headphones and keep ur preferred music to yourself.even if you have intention of ruining pple's life,dont do it.cuz its torture.and torture,or ruining other pples live's is morally wrong.

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too tired and pissed~

okayyyy.tibe-tibe hari ni tertimbul rase nak menblog dalam malay lah pulak.heeeee.

kay?

liht gambar di atas.(ayt skema cam nk xam jehk) haha.i cant pull it of.guess i'll keep writin lyk normal X)

so,today,d big event of d day is ICODE.abbreviation for INTEC Carnival and Open Day Expo.

i dun even hav the mood to write abt it.the exhaustion.urgh.i feel like an-underaged slave.d nite before i was sweating away rolling cookies to three in the morning which consequently made me wake up late at 7.30 the next morning a time when i shud alrd be in intec setting up the stall,where i found out that stuff needed were incomplete causing in my repeated two wat trip from akasia-intec.The stall and space was everythg but spacious, leaving us cooped up and competition was tough,us having less manpower was a definite handicap which made sales stink like a rotten apple core immersed in sulphuric acid and let to dry.Desperation lead me and ming khai to parade around d library carrying boxes of cookies and fruits to persuade(a softer approach to force,which was wut really happened XD) pple into buying them. The stakes were taken when we embarassed ourselves trotting along the field while pple play frisbee and we sell them fruits.gaaaaaah.i think i just lost my pride today.Wait for it....the end has barely begun.Following that,i had to look after a checkpoint in explorace,so thetask was eatng apple hanging on rafia strings to the core.To make it less simple,me and ily planned an obstacle course. Our brilliant idea gave my arms an experience to feel hurt and my trousers to know dirt,since knelting down is the only to 'gemburkam' tanah to be turned into mud. Our ears also felt stirringly disturbed by pple telling us how incosiderate we were. The end of all activies its end

i cant even complete this sentence.im sleepin alredi~

See the person in the middle?thats zhi hong weeping on stage as i was being grabbed away by my boyfieeee

No,this is not some emo post of mine about my ex anymore.=_=

Our performance for INTALE 2010,went on tres bien despite lack of time,preparation and rehearsal.A medley of no promises,taking back my love mixed with the typical love story narration, along with some cheeky gestures, and finally topped of with the bleeding love dance, did get a slight roar from the audience.okay.maybe more than slight,they all cheered for zhi hong though!wee.

i'm just glad i didnt embarass myself.and when we got off d stage,people were like saying it was awesome and they didn't noe i can dance.!'ur so fluid' and 'i love your dance'are not d words i usually get frm sum1.

so here's d recap of the story,first thers me,the typical kmpung girl,then enters this big city boy,(zhi hong) who falls in love with me..unfortunately,i was with another guy (viswan).Both of us(viswan and me) playfully tugged on this peace of selendang between us,and just left zhi hong alone,to bleed.then later,while zhi hong treats his bleeding heart,playing 'taking back my love' on the piano,i approach him from his back.trying to go to him,but it's too late. he's leaving,going to the airport with his luggage. while he was walking away from the piano,he saw me,waiting.we met halfway,and stared at each other emotionally.finally,we danced bleeding love

heck, i didnt care that we didnt enter finals,though i know zhi hong was disappointed.i was secretly hoping (i guess its not a secret nymore)we wont enter finals that i can concentrate on theatre and stall on saturday.haha.i know= mean.

i had lots of fun having two boyfiess at a time.LAUGH OUT LOUD!lmao.rofl.lmfao.

haha.nyways,i think we pwnd!!!cheers to nas,melissa,viswen,zhi hong and our very own president of the Bleeding Love Fan Club;carol.X)

okay.i gotta kick my ass outta here.Wait,thats physically impossible..or is it not?>)

gaaaah~ my discussive assigment wont magically appear if keep bloggin on.fathin nabilah,go now!!~~

ciao! ;D

i have been wanting to write this post for like,forever!bt time.time,time,time.always,time is not on good terms with me.moreover,since d start of new sem.

story: after sending case back,at the airport,d 3 of us went to foodgarden before each partg to their own seperate ways;me-shah alam,mummy n daddy-kelantn.we had food, and talk,but this time it wasnt the usual gibberish.it was something solid,real and frightening all at d same time; it was about my future. 

truth is,they had everythg planned out.since d day i was born.no,even earlier;since the day i was conceived.whoops,no,too early~.anyways, my mother and father sacrificed a lot for their kids.the little chit chat we had that day,made me tear a bit. how careful,they had planned evrythg for me.backup for this n that.for possibilities i never thought of.money for me to study,money for work.money for a new car once i start working.and my father,he, grew up on the very little money from the hours his family and him spent working the paddy field.his first car was aftr he was married.a green,old peugot.i think.nonetheless, he never wanted me to go through anythg like that.he's considering a honda for kc.my parents, there are no words to describe their purity and love.

 lately,i've been pondering.

my parents dont deserve a kid like me.troubled mess,rebellious and stubborn is my middle name.yes,indeed i am trying to chge.bt then, its not an overnight process.who knows how long it takes or how it'll turn out.

my only fear is,to let them down.to dissapoint them.to not live up to their dreams and expectations.all of which, i indubitably shall say,probably have happened.a few times.

i hope,and pray, that i will live,and grow,to my upmost full potential,to their hopes and dreams.

im not perfect.and never will be.but for improvement,theres room.